I used to wonder if I was good enough, even know I knew I was good enough.

I didn't know who would say I am good enough, but wherever they may be, hopefully they'll say it soon to me.

We spend a lot of time wondering what people think of us, but we forget they killed a perfect man, how then will you ever be enough?

I take a deep breath trying to make sense of all of this.

I know the answer will come in time at the end of all there is.

Tragic were the final words of the hourglass, I turned it upside down again, now I'm free at last.

I didn't want to bare the burden of feeling the sadness of loss when they're all gone.

All the people I ever knew and loved, I loved them so much I had to run.

I couldn't bare to see them all decay and die away, I guess I am afraid of something after all.

I hate the loss

I hate the loss

I HATE THE LOSS

Make it stop,

Please Lord make it stop.

The feeling of them beign stripped from me is breaking me,

The calender is flickering..... flickering.... faster an faster, please hurry up.

Life was only worth living when I was a child and I looked up at smiling faces, but now I can't be around anyone or the faces they're faking.

Lord, make it stop...

I HATE THE LOSS

I hate the loss

I hate the loss